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"What was your first time like?" she asked as cuddled up to me.
"It was a disaster." I started stroking her side, her skin
smooth and soft under my fingers.
"For her or for you?"
"For me."
"Interesting. A man's first time is usually a disaster for the
woman, not the man."
"Well, I didn't enjoy it or the aftermath." I reached over and
ran some fingers through her hair. She nuzzled a soft spot under
my jaw in response.
"Tell me about it."
*******
I sat there, eating my lunch. On second thought, I wouldn't call
it eating, it was more like inhaling. Sixth period lunch can be
rough on a teenaged boy who can't eat enough. I didn't look up
from my food when my friend Jon sat down across from me.
"Hey there Marcus, I got something that might interest you, " Jon
said.
"What?"
"Kari likes you, and she'll be at that party Saturday night at
Stu Cartwright's place."
"Right, and you've got a bridge you'd like to sell me? I'm no
baseball player."
There was only one girl in our school named Kari. She was the
baseball team's slut. She turned her nose up at anyone else.
Jon, the shortstop on the school team, had her a few times.
"I told her that you are gay."
I choked on my food.
"See, " Jon continued, "one night she told me she has this
fantasy about 'converting' a gay guy and making him straight.
Show him what he's missing. I know you've been trying to get
laid, so I thought I'd do you a favor and pay you back for those
times when you helped me out in geometry class."
"I see. So I'm supposed to show up at this party, pretend like
I'm a flamer or something, and then let her take me upstairs and
have her way with me?"
"Something like that. But you should finally get some. Now if
you'd excuse me, I see a little freshman girl I've got my eyes
on."
Saturday night rolled around. I went over to Stu Cartwright's
home. His parents had gone away for the weekend. They asked the
neighbors to watch the house, and make sure Stu didn't throw any
wild parties. Little did Stu's parents know, but that nice
couple next door were really swingers and the wife took an
interest in Stu. Not for his brains, no, but for the body he
built up by playing football in the fall, basketball in the
winter, and baseball in the. So the couple was more than willing
to help Stu and not tell his parents about the party.
I stood outside for a bit, cringing a little at the noise. Some
load music blared out of the open windows. A whole mess of
teenagers hung around the place. I smelled a faint tinge of
alcohol in the air. I walked up to the house, and Jon saw me.
He waved me in, and wished me luck before introducing me to Kari.
Jon disappeared as I silently thanked him.
Kari and I chatted for a bit. Or, maybe I should say, we tried
to. The only thing she had going for her back then was her body
and her willingness to do just about anything for the right guy
(read: baseball player). But I didn't care, I found some booze
and tried to act gay.
I got her alone somehow. Or maybe she got me alone. I don't
quite remember. I had a good bit to drink that night. Whoever
supplied the booze did a good job, there was plenty of it and boy
did it taste good. I think we were upstairs, in Stu's parent's
bedroom.
She kissed me. Not my first kiss, and only memorable because it
led to my first time, and I could never forget the taste of the
booze on her breath. I returned her kiss, and slipped a hand
into my pocket to check for condoms. I remembered to bring some.
Good.
We fumbled with each other's clothes. I remember that she had to
pull off her bra. I was too drunk and inexperienced to get it
off of her. I don't remember clearly what happened next, but
somehow we got naked.
We sprawled onto the bed. She took my cock into her mouth and
started to suck it. Her tongue flitted over the underside,
feeling better than my hand ever could. She moved her head up
and down on it, sucking on the upstroke.
Kari's jaw got tired pretty quickly, and she stopped.
Then it was my turn. I went down on her. Not knowing any
better, I just jumped right in and started licking. Lap, lap,
lap, just like a cat drinking milk. I didn't want to stop, she
tasted good. But after some time, I think she came, and she
pushed my head away.
I found one of my condoms. Back then I didn't know that condoms
came in different sizes. I just grabbed the first one I found.
The condom was far too narrow for me, and I had trouble keeping
my cock hard. I unrolled the condom as far as it would go, and
my cock looked like some funny hourglass-like thing.
I got my cock into Kari. My cock hurt a bit. I thrust in and
out anyways careful not to let it bend too much.
I don't remember how long I rode her. I do remember that the
room wouldn't stop spinning, and that I did cum. After I came, I
pulled out of her and yanked off the condom.
One thing I couldn't figure out was the fact that everything had
gotten quiet. There was a clock by the bed and it wasn't
midnight yet. I heard some heavy footsteps outside the bedroom
door. The door crashed open, and there stood two of our town's
finest. One of which happened to be Kari's father.
To this day, I've never been able to figure out who called the
cops.
*******
"Ouch, that was horrible," she said, "You poor thing. Though at
least you didn't cum too early. I had a virgin guy once and he
shot his load as soon as I got his cock in my mouth."
"Lots of masturbation."
She chuckled. "And so what happened? Was Kari's fatherangry?"
"Oh boy, was he. He roughed me up a bit, later claimed I was
'resisting arrest'. I don't remember where I spent the rest of
that night. Later I was charged with underage drinking. The
resisting arrest charge disappeared. I was convicted of underage
drinking and lost my driver's license for a year."
"You know, I'm surprised you still had an interest in women after
this."
"I didn't want to go through another conversion."
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